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The woman sang loudly, and fireworks sprayed out from both sides of the stage, dyeing the entire dark night sky with beautiful colors.

She tapped the stage floor and walked step by step to the front of the stage. Standing there alone with her petite body made people feel affectionate.

What kind of experience can make her singing convey such a heart-piercing feeling?

No, no one knows.

Many viewers shed two lines of tears inexplicably, and some even pressed the phone that they hadn't contacted for a long time. After they got connected, they were unable to speak for a long time, but wept silently.

The other side of the phone was also silent for a while, and just asked lightly: Are you... how have you been recently?

On a high platform not far from here.

It is different from the starry sky in the night sky, and also different from the bright and prosperous city, here is just a dark silence and the iron tower with red dots.

From a distance, there seemed to be a figure standing on the edge of the high platform, with black hair blown messily, but its owner didn't seem to care about her grooming.

"Beep-beep-beep..."

There was a series of unanswered voices on the phone, and the woman smiled softly as if she didn't care, and her smile was a little free and easy.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of golden and blue eyes with different pupils, and she seemed to be looking at the front with some apathy.

The woman's facial features were exquisite, her bangs were blown by the breeze, and a few strands of hair fluttered gently. The corners of her mouth slowly curved, revealing a poignant smile.

His eyes were always looking forward, his pupils were always focused on the front, he didn't blink, and he didn't look in other directions.

"This song is really nice..."

The woman closed her eyes and opened her hands, as if she had let go of all her strength, two lines of tears slipped down her face.

Without any hesitation or temptation, she leaned forward and jumped directly.

"My life, let's end here, I'm tired too..."

The strong wind hit her face, blowing up a few teardrops that were as dazzling as diamonds. This was the moment when she felt the most relaxed. Death might be a kind of relief.

"Whoosh~"

The woman's figure kept descending in the air, and the speed was getting faster and faster, as if she could already meet the watermelon that she would hit the ground and turn into blood.

In an instant!

Points of light are combined to form a person, the light connects each light point, and finally the light flashes, and a person appears in front of the woman.

"Are you going to jump off the building when you just arrived? What an interesting start."

Ling Xiaocheng hugged the woman, and at the same time, a silver knife appeared in his hand, and he thrust it into the wall forcefully, kicking up waves of dust.

With this buffer, the two of them fell slowly, the sharp silver knife cut through the thick concrete wall, some iron plates made a cracking sound, and were cut in half instantly, as weak as tofu.

on the stage of the concert.

The black with some gray hair was gently scattered on the woman's shoulders, she lowered her head slowly, the curtain behind her was suddenly pulled open, and a huge tree appeared in everyone's eyes.

This unprecedented scene surprised the audience from ear to ear.

They all lamented how rich the organizer was, and they were able to produce such a grand picture. It was the first time they had seen such a huge tree in a concert, and it looked decent.

This huge tree is not as green as usual, but with brown roots and snow-white branches, it looks like a big tree made of snow.

If you look closely, you can see that it is not fruit or flowers, but snow-white snowflakes.

Snowflakes slowly drift down with the night breeze, like Christmas is coming, covering the whole sky and the whole earth with white clothes.

The audience in the audience held snowflakes and felt the coolness above. Now it is September 25th, and it is not yet winter, but it gives people a cold feeling.

The woman raised her head slowly, wiped away the unnoticed tears in the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, held the microphone tightly, and touched the softest part of people's hearts with the saddest voice.

"Listen, the snow of the winter solstice"

"You listen to it masking the choking"

"In a world without you"

"No more hibernation without you"

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"Xueqin! Xueqin! Xueqin!"

As the last word fell, the audience in the audience shouted the woman's name hysterically like a flood.

Xueqin covered her chest with one hand, calmed down the excitement in her heart, and then put the microphone to her lips, and said softly: "Thank you for your support, and welcome to the last concert of my tour on December 25th."

And not far from this noisy concert.

With a bang, smoke and dust blew up, and Ling Xiaocheng landed steadily, while the woman in his arms held her hands nervously, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

"who are you?"

Jin Muyin's voice was a little trembling, and he seemed a little scared. He had already decided to commit suicide, but why did he let me live...

"My name is Ling Xiaocheng, and I am your wishing spirit. If you want to ask me why I am here, it is because you are going to commit suicide by jumping off a building. I must stop you."

Ling Xiaocheng said solemnly that he suddenly appeared by her side just now because of the special skill of the wishing spirit—the ability to teleport to Jin Muyin's side at any time.

"Wishing Spirit? Hehe..."

The corner of Jin Muyin's mouth twitched slightly, what kind of thing is this, a wishing spirit?What is this strange name?She doesn't understand.

Could this be another MLM term?

At this moment, Ling Xiaocheng realized that she had been looking at the front all the time, and felt that there was an illusion that she hadn't seen herself, and the pair of different-colored pupils looked a little strange.

Jin Muyin walked out of Ling Xiaocheng's arms, patted the wrinkled clothes, clenched her right fist, and swung it out in one go! !

Then...

"oops!"

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Chapter 230 Four Immune to Physical Attack?

Jin Muyin punched Ling Xiaocheng, but in Ling Xiaocheng's eyes, this movement was as slow as a turtle's speed, so he easily dodged it.